I frown at his question. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The knuckle duster,” he whisper-hisses, and I feel Ringo straighten. “I tried to hold you back, but it was like you were in agony not being able to beat on Daniel, so… I let you go, and well… the things you said…” His eyes turn glassy and his lip curls in disgust. “Did he really do all of those things to you?”
I swallow thickly, not able to speak, so I nod, just once.
“I wanted to kill him for you, Abbey. And I would in an instant if you asked me to, but then, in that moment, I knew you had to be the one to hurt him, so I gave you something to help. Did I do the wrong thing?”
I consider that, letting myself go back to what I can remember of that moment. To the minutes that followed. I’d been ashamed of behaving like that, but Brody is right. I was in agony. Ididneed to unleash it on someone who deserved it.
“You didn’t do the wrong thing.” I smile softly at him, but it’s a weak attempt at best. “Thank you for being there for me. And congratulations on becoming a fully patched Southern Sadist.”
He beams, and I flick my gaze to Ringo.
“Did I say it right? Fully patched? Is that the right lingo?”
Ringo’s lip kicks up at the corner. “You nailed it, Angel.”
“Yeah, you fucking nailed it.” Brody beams, standing and turning to the crowd. “Who wants to suck my cock?!”
A squeal flies from me as drinks get thrown at Brody, spilling over me and Ringo, and I duck and hide into his chest as the music gets turned up louder.
Things quickly turn indecent after that, and as Ringo chats to Vender and Murf, I pretend not to notice Helina pulling off her top and kneeling in front of a group of Southern Sadists as they take their dicks out and start stroking them.
A red hot blush heats my cheeks, and I squirm on Ringo’s lap, ducking my head yet still watching through the fan of my lashes as Helina sucks on one dick, using her hands to jerk off two of the others, while the remaining guys do the work themselves.
Shit. I can’t look away.
“We call that live porn.” Ringo breathes against my ear, making me stiffen, and his deep chuckle rumbles against my back. “Want a closer look?”
“No.” I shake my head, and Ringo grunts.
“Liar.”
“Hey, Darla.” Vender calls from next to me and Ringo, and the Doxy magically appears like she’s been waiting for this all night. “Murf’s cock needs attention.”
She beams, her eyes flicking to me and Ringo before settling on Murf, who is sitting on our other side.
“You want some of what they are getting?” she asks Murf, and I squirm on Ringo’s lap again as Murf quickly takes his dick out, which is already hard.
Oh my God, are all these men hard?
Is Ringo hard?
I shift my arse a little, wanting to know, and his fingers dig into my hips. “Unless you want to ride my cock here, Angel, I’d suggest you stop doing that.”
Heat washes over me from the inside out. I really have no idea why those words have me reacting this way. The last thing I want to do is that, here, with people around watching… right?
I don’t respond to Ringo, too caught up in the sight of Darla kneeling and taking Murf’s dick in her hand, pumping it up and down his shaft as he runs his fingers through her blonde hair.
“You know how I like it, honey,” Murf drawls, guiding her head closer to his lap. “Nice and deep. Let me hear you gag.”
I stiffen, my mind going back to a time I want to forget. To the day those five guys used my body as a playground, torturing me with vile acts and depravities I don’t think I’ll ever get past. But then I remember the time I woke up Ringo by sucking his dick. I gagged then, and even though I was scared, I enjoyed how much he liked it.
“Relax, Angel.” Ringo’s hands come around to my front, not in a sensual way, but in a calming way, and he presses his lips to my ear. “You’re here with me. You’re safe. Everything that happens here is consensual.”
I nod quickly, annoyed that I’m so easy to read, but I melt back against him, not able to take my eyes off Darla as she glides her tongue up Murf’s shaft before circling the rim.
“Darla, are you consenting?” Ringo asks, as if he knows I need the confirmation, and she nods, pumping Murf’s dick as her eyes shift to me like she knows I’m the pathetic one.
